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ony o' ye be in want o' a shillin' ony day； lads； as lang 's I'm
abune the yirdthis ane 'll be grown twa； or maybe mair； 'gen that
time。'
So saying； the farmer put the shilling into his pocket； and buttoned
it up。
The dragon flew splendidly now； and its strength was mighty。 It was
Robert's custom to drive a stake in the ground； slanting against the
wind； and thereby tether the animal； as if it were up there grazing
in its own natural region。 Then he would lie down by the stake and
read The Arabian Nights； every now and then casting a glance upward
at the creature alone in the waste air； yet all in his power by the
string at his side。 Somehow the high…flown dragon was a bond
between him and the blue； he seemed nearer to the sky while it flew；
or at least the heaven seemed less far away and inaccessible。 While
he lay there gazing； all at once he would find that his soul was up
with the dragon； feeling as it felt； tossing about with it in the
torrents of the air。 Out at his eyes it would go； traverse the dim
stairless space； and sport with the wind…blown monster。 Sometimes；
to aid his aspiration； he would take a bit of paper； make a hole in
it； pass the end of the string through the hole； and send the
messenger scudding along the line athwart the depth of the wind。 If
it stuck by the way； he would get a telescope of Mr。 Lammie's； and
therewith watch its struggles till it broke loose； then follow it
careering up to the kite。 Away with each successive paper his
imagination would fly； and a sense of air； and height； and freedom
settled from his play into his very soul； a germ to sprout
hereafter； and enrich the forms of his aspirations。 And all his
after…memories of kite…flying were mingled with pictures of eastern
magnificence； for from the airy height of the dragon his eyes always
came down upon the enchanted pages of John Hewson's book。
Sometimes； again； he would throw down his book； and sitting up with
his back against the stake； lift his bonny leddy from his side； and
play as he had never played in Rothieden； playing to the dragon
aloft； to keep him strong in his soaring； and fierce in his battling
with the winds of heaven。 Then he fancied that the monster swooped
and swept in arcs； and swayed curving to and fro； in rhythmic
response to the music floating up through the wind。
What a full globated symbolism lay then around the heart of the boy
in his book； his violin； his kite！
CHAPTER XXII。
DR。 ANDERSON。
One afternoon； as they were sitting at their tea； a footstep in the
garden approached the house； and then a figure passed the window。
Mr。 Lammie started to his feet。
'Bless my sowl； Aggy！ that's Anderson！' he cried； and hurried to the
door。
His daughter followed。 The boys kept their seats。 A loud and
hearty salutation reached their ears； but the voice of the farmer
was all they heard。 Presently he returned； bringing with him the
tallest and slenderest man Robert had ever seen。 He was
considerably over six feet； with a small head； and delicate； if not
fine features； a gentle look in his blue eyes； and a slow clear
voice； which sounded as if it were thinking about every word it
uttered。 The hot sun of India seemed to have burned out everything
self…assertive； leaving him quietly and rather sadly contemplative。
'Come in； come in；' repeated Mr。 Lammie； overflowing with glad
welcome。 'What'll ye hae？ There's a frien' o' yer ain；' he
continued； pointing to Robert； 'an' a fine lad。' Then lowering his
voice； he added： 'A son o' poor Anerew's； ye ken； doctor。'
The boys rose； and Dr。 Anderson； stretching his long arms across the
table； shook hands kindly with Robert and Shargar。 Then he sat down
and began to help himself to the cakes （oat…cake）； at which Robert
wondered； seeing there was 'white breid' on the table。 Miss Lammie
presently came in with the teapot and some additional dainties； and
the boys took the opportunity of beginning at the beginning again。
Dr。 Anderson remained for a few days at Bodyfauld； sending Shargar
to Rothieden for some necessaries from The Boar's Head； where he had
left his servant and luggage。 During this time Mr。 Lammie was much
occupied with his farm affairs； anxious to get his harvest in as
quickly as possible； because a change of weather was to be dreaded；
so the doctor was left a good deal to himself。 He was fond of
wandering about； but； thoughtful as he was； did not object to the
companionship which Robert implicitly offered him： before many hours
were over； the two were friends。
Various things attracted Robert to the doctor。 First； he was a
relation of his own； older than himself； the first he had known
except his father； and Robert's heart was one of the most dutiful。
Second； or perhaps I ought to have put this first； he was the only
gentleman； except Eric Ericson； whose acquaintance he had yet made。
Third； he was kind to him； and gentle to him； and； above all；
respectful to him； and to be respected was a new sensation to Robert
altogether。 And lastly； he could tell stories of elephants and
tiger hunts； and all The Arabian Nights of India。 He did not
volunteer much talk； but Robert soon found that he could draw him
out。
But what attracted the man to the boy？
'Ah！ Robert；' said the doctor one day； sadly； 'it's a sore thing to
come home after being thirty years away。'
He looked up at the sky； then all around at the hills： the face of
Nature alone remained the same。 Then his glance fell on Robert； and
he saw a pair of black eyes looking up at him； brimful of tears。
And thus the man was drawn to the boy。
Robert worshipped Dr。 Anderson。 As long as he remained their
visitor； kite and violin and all were forgotten； and he followed him
like a dog。 To have such a gentleman for a relation； was grand
indeed。 What could he do for him？ He ministered to him in all
manner of triflesa little to the amusement of Dr。 Anderson； but
more to his pleasure； for he saw that the boy was both large…hearted
and lowly…minded： Dr。 Anderson had learned to read character； else
he would never have been the honour to his profession that he was。
But all the time Robert could not get him to speak about his father。
He steadily avoided the subject。
When he went away； the two boys walked with him to The Boar's Head；
caught a glimpse of his Hindoo attendant； much to their wonderment；
received from the doctor a sovereign apiece and a kind good…bye； and
returned to Bodyfauld。
Dr。 Anderson remained a few days longer at Rothieden； and amongst
others visited Mrs。 Falconer； who was his first cousin。 What passed
between them Robert never heard； nor did his grandmother even allude
to the visit。 He went by the mail…coach from Rothieden to Aberdeen；
and whether he should ever see him again Robert did not know。
He flew his kite no more for a while； but betook himself to the work
of the harvest…fi